Sorry it took so long for Chapter 3(like anybody is really reading anyway).

Anyway enjoy.

This chapter was just edited by me so there may be a few mistakes. Oh yeah I couldn't think of a better song to use.

Chapter 3-The Meeting

Nearly a week had passed since the incident and the hallway and a dreadful week it had been. Christine found herself not being able to get an ounce of sleep from the fear of this mysterious man that she had seen, or hadn't seen. There was absolutely no sign of him anywhere, or a sign of anyone killing the poor cook. The police had already put the case to the side, and were worrying about "more crucial matters" as they had put it, but that wasn't a comfort to Christine. Every night since it happened the same thing would occur, she'd have been only moments from sleep but she'd she a shadow or hear a sound, and she'd be wide awake again. Eventually she had given up on trying to sleep, and now was sitting in her bed listening to the others snore and wishing she could share the same comfort.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Christine sat straight up with the sudden echo of such a beautiful sound. The sound must have been coming from the other side of the opera house, but she heard it so well. Someone, definitely a male, was singing in what was definitely the most beautiful she'd ever had the pleasure of hearing. Christine examined the other sleeping girls and they were all asleep. No one heard the voice but her. So just like she'd had done nearly a week ago, she went to investigate.

If Christine had been in her right mind she probably wouldn't go, but the voice called to her and hypnotized her. It was like the singing of an angel, and no words could describe how beautiful it was. Even though she didn't realize it she was under its spell, and a powerful spell it was.

Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently night unfurls its spender

The mysterious voice led her to the large and completely dark auditorium. She couldn't see a bit of her surroundings, but she knew the voice was coming from the stage, and someone, perhaps the same person, was playing the piano. She stood in the back of the auditorium hesitating to go forward in fear of the man stopping. His voice was like nothing she'd ever heard before, and his playing of the piano was amazing. Christine couldn't help but continue to walk forward to hear this magnificent sound better, but she didn't notice the small toolbox, there for fixing a chair, in the way. Before she knew it she was on the ground along with tons of other tools, and the sound could have woken the opera house.

"Who's there?" the man demanded. Christine couldn't see him in the dark. "How dare you come here?" he yelled furiously. Although she wasn't sure, Christine felt he could see her even in the dense darkness, but how could he? "Answer my question before I force you to answer it!"

"I..I'm here because I heard you singing," Christine explained the best she could, "and I went to see who could possibly sing so well," she continued.
"Yeah right," he remarked, "no person would ever want to see me. Now get out!" he ordered.

Christine looked at the darkness in anger. He had no right to order her to do anything; this wasn't his opera house, "You have no right to order me to do such a thing! I'll stay here if I please!" She was surprised at her own words, and Erik was just as surprised as ahs was

"Do you defy me?" he asked cleverly.

"We-well yes I suppose," Christine answered keeping her ground the best she could, and it was getting harder and harder to do. She felt as if the man was standing right beside her, yet his voice sounded like it was coming from the stage.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes a very rude man!" Christine replied. No way she was going to let this man win this fight, but part of her wondered just what kind of a fighter was he.

"Did it ever occur to you that I might be the same man in the hallway you saw that night…huh?"

It actually hadn't occurred to Christine that he could be the one, and she cowered a little at the thought. "Of course it did! Did you think I would stand here next to you not knowing all the consequences?" Christine said bravely.

"Ah…I can sense fear in your voice," he told her.

"Well-well.."

"Well what?

"Just listen ok? I was in bed and couldn't sleep, and I heard you singing and I had to see who could possibly sing that well," Christine confessed. "Please can you continue playing and singing? I promise I won't be a nuisance," Christine pleaded. She couldn't deny that she was frightened of the man, but someone who could make music that beautiful couldn't be all that dangerous.

"Are you serious?" Erik asked with sarcasm. This girl was quite possibly the most stubborn and foolish person he'd ever met.

"…Yes," Christine answered, "Please continue." She had expected an angry, furious reply or at least a reply at all, but her plea was answered only with silence. "Hello are you still here?" she said. "How weird," she whispered to herself. She was suddenly blinded for a second as the sun peeked through the window at the top of the auditorium, revealing that there was no man in there at all.
"Why Christine, what are you doing up so early?" a familiar voice exclaimed. Christine turned around to see Madame Giry in her nightclothes looking worried.

Letting out a deep sigh Christine replied with, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Staying covered in the shadows of the buildings, Erik rushed back to his home before the sun got too bright that it could kill him. His skin was already burning from the light, and smoke began to rise from his body. His left arm was getting it the worst, and he could barely movie it already. The sun was almost illuminating the whole road and all the buildings next to it. Erik was too far away from the abandoned building he lived in. There was no way he'd make it. So he quickly slid inside the building he was standing next to, The Majestic Theatre. It wasn't his ideal place to spend the day, but this lovely theatre would have to do. Hopefully he could find a place where nobody would go for at least one day.

So Erik held his throbbing arm as he walked around slowly and painfully to find a place to sleep for the day. He needed rest. Being in the sun at all made a vampire extremely weak. Erik would have to find a place soon before he collapsed. Luckily, he found an old storage closet without any windows that looked as if nobody had been in it in years. "This will do," he said to himself. So with his arm burning horribly, along with most of his body, he sat down on the floor in the dark room and tried to sleep. This girl had prevented him from food, and now had nearly killed him. Hopefully he would not have the misfortune of see what she would do to him next.

Christine walked around tiredly, dreading to have to go to ballet practice. Getting hardly any sleep for nearly a week wasn't the best thing for a ballerina.

"Christine hurry up!" Madame Giry demanded angrily. She was always so cruel when teaching ballet but so nice when you talked to her as a friend. It was like she had a different personality. " Come on Christine!" Madame Giry yelled again.

"Come one mom, she hasn't gotten any sleep in a week," Meg explained trying to soften her mother's wrath.

"That's no excuse you've missed too many practices already Christine," Madame Giry replied angrily. Christine knew she was defeated, so she stood up and tried her best to stretch.

"I tried Chris," Meg whispered to Christine taking her place beside her as the warmed up for the practice.

"Thanks Meg, but your mother's right. I need do need to practice. The last thing I need is to get fired," Christine told her best friend. They both smiled.

"I hate you! Why did God curse me with such a terrible, hideous son!" the woman screamed.

"Please don't hurt me," the small boy begged as he cowered in the corner.

"Why not? You deserve to die you little demon?" she yelled. She grabbed a large belt from off of the table and began to hit the boy over and over again.

"Stop," he welled in agony. The woman did not stop though. She continued hitting him with the belt until the boy began to bleed, and then she whipped him so more. He screamed in terrible pain, but the woman did not stop.

Erik sat straight up in a rush of panic and fear. The dream had seemed so real because in fact it was real. It was a memory he tried so hard to forget, as every memory his mother had given him.

"Is anyone there?" a voice asked. Someone must have heard his screaming from the nightmare. It was time to leave.

CHAPTER 4

The man stood in the darkness watching the entrance to the Majestic Theatre. The sidewalks and streets were crowded with people, but he knew his target. He could since them. How he despised the creatures of the night, vampires. They were his worst enemy, and he had vowed to kill every single one of them as long as he was alive. It was his curse to destroy them, and he'd never stop.

Tonight he was looking for one of the worst, Erik. He had been seen entering the Majestic Theatre this morning. Why a vampire of Erik's stature would be out so late, or rather early, the hunter did not know. This so called Erik was rumored to be one of the oldest, which also made him one of the strongest. The Hunter had heard rumors of this Erik, and they weren't good rumors. All vampires killed people, and all deserved to die, but some were worse then others. Some would kill just for the fun of it, and they liked to watch humans die. Erik was one of these, and with him being one of the oldest he'd certainly be a challenge, but the hunter liked challenges.

It was another night of hardly sleeping for Christine, but instead of being too scared to sleep, she was excited. She was hoping to hear that same beautiful voice she had heard the night before, and hopefully meet the man again. He was so frightening yet fascinating at the same time, and for some reason Christine felt a little attracted to him. She didn't whether it was his passionate and magnificent singing voice, or the sheer mysteriousness of him. One thing she did know was that she wanted to find out more about the piano man.

She was about to give up hope of hearing him sing when all of a sudden a beautiful sound whistled in her ear. He was singing again, and although the words were in a different language, it was just as beautiful as before, and also just as hypnotizing. Christine was out of her bed and heading towards the auditorium.

Just as the night before the room was dark, and she couldn't see what the man looked like. Also like the previous night the man was on the stage.

"So we meet again?" he asked suddenly.

Christine jumped when he spoke. How he knew she was there she didn't know. This man was very strange, and very attractive at the same time. "I um…wanted to come hear you sing again," she confessed.

"Ah I see," he responded continuing to play the piano with ease. Erik wasn't happy about the reappearance of this stubborn girl.

"Please keep on singing and playing," Christine begged trying to sound more comfortable.

"Why should I?" he asked as he stopped playing.

"Why do you have to act so mean toward a mere compliment?" Christine inquired to know.

"Why do you act so stubborn?"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"And you didn't answer mine."

"Gosh if you're not going to let people listen you sing and play then that great talent is useless!" Christine yelled. There was no answer.

"You're one interesting girl," Erik said as he began playing again.

"Thank you for continuing," she remarked.

"I'm not doing it for you," he hissed.

"Well I'm still glad you're continuing," she said. Erik swore under his breath. He was beginning to hate this girl more and more. "So what's your name?" she asked.

"You act like we're going to become friends."

"Well why not? My name's Christine, Christine Daae," Christine told him sweetly.

"Why should I tell you my name?"

"Why not?" She was getting a little annoyed by his bad attitude, but she was determined to get a name out of this man.

"We don't even know each other," Erik pointed out.

"Well that's why you're going to tell me your name so we can get to know each other," she said. There was another long pause of silence.

"It's Erik," the man finally replied.

"That wasn't so hard was it," Christine noticed.